Crime Story (Explicit) 歌詞
Feat Superb
Yo
Yo yo yo yo
Crime Story the title I gotta get it however whenever
All my n***as know
Whoever wherever
They live the streets
Never go down Never go down
Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da you know
I'm wit you son I'm wit you
Time for some action it was June first me and my Co' we ran up
On a check casher on Tonka's and raw I told her
Tell it on that funny with the money cuz the money ain't yours
We got twenty hostages I'm ready to die for this
Squig said She movin too slow I'm ready to pop this b***h
Then he shot the b***h and we had to move quick
Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
Jump started the vehicle drove a block or two
Looked in the rearview noticed the boys in blue
Then I bust a u turn you could smell the rubber burn
I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms
AHHH
Went Uptown slowed down and made a left at the light
Started flowin unboared then she lept
STOP STOP STOP
Up in front of 27th warrant we ran up in the buildin
Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big
We came off
Ran up in the crib shut the door the sweat started pourin
That's when I heard the sirens roarin
Yo f**k the sirens son we came off we blastin
Any n***a come in here we comin through ah like
We do the same s**t in my projects
Loungin listenin to Flex just thinkin of crime
In the hard times n***as I know sell dimes
Some used to snort dimes and do robberies
Come out with your hands up We have you surrounded
Heard it over boom horn one officer shouted
I said This is it son is you 'bout it See you in Hell
Looked my man in the eyes we started bustin off shells
Goin all out backin the ATF down 52 days they Nicorette style
They got the sharpshooters out on the project roof
It's 12 o'clock noon the old lady yelled Don't shoot
Then I heard a shot my heart stopped
Then my man dropped I f**ked with the glock
Yo what the f**k
And got timed by four cops
They cuffed me up f**ked me up brought me to the precinct
Ain't feedin me all weekend all I was doin was thinkin
I blew trial
D**n
And they threw the book at me and I'm still readin
You could hear the stories over and over in the hood
Got to live to regret if I could take it back I would
We planned to be like this we both dead
I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my head
Yo these streets is terrible son
We do the same s**t in my projects
Loungin listenin to Flex just thinkin of crime
In the hard times n***as I know sell dimes
Some used to snort dimes and do stick ups dunn
For real without that we all be starvin
Crime without that we all be starvin